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Your Last Poem

December 29, 2015
By WhyAlanis SILVER, Barnegat, New Jersey
WhyAlanis SILVER, Barnegat, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"And the poets are just kids who didn't make it and never had it at all"

I miss you in the way that windchimes
are silent if there is no wind.

It is not to say that I constantly miss you.
It is to say that if I do see you,

my heart will beat a violent ballad
against my ribcage. The song’s rhythm

is just the syllables of your name. I cannot
bring myself to hate the sound of it.

As I dedicate another poem to your memory,
I wonder when I will finally stop trying

to breathe new life into this corpse.
Why do I try to pump air into lungs

that no longer want to breathe?
Even now, your skeleton hand guides my pen,

your bony fingers press into my wrists,
and yet, I do not want you to go.

Today, I saw you again. My fingers
itched to lace themselves with yours’.

I wanted to clip my tongue so the
only words I could say were, “I love you”.

But I botched the job and now all I
can say is, “goodbye”.

There will always be a spot dedicated
to you in my chest-

I know that I am better off if
you never fill it.

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